Xianhong Road

Chapter 272 Nine Deep Valleys High-Level Path Opening ([-]rd watch)

"Humph."

Following Wushuang's cold snort, everyone felt a coldness and coercion that went straight to the marrow, and they couldn't help fighting a cold war, even these monks in the foundation period were no exception.

Judging from the aura and coercion exuded by the man in white in front of him, it seems that he has surpassed the low-level category...

There was a look down in his gaze.

Several foundation-building stage monks present were secretly shocked, most of them didn't know Wushuang's origin.

Hu Fei stared at the man in white, and couldn't help but gear up, and said excitedly: "Wu Shuang, you came too soon, I miss you so much, we'll fight again when we get out of this sea of ​​blood, how about it?" ?”

Peerless?This white-clothed man is Wushuang, it's really scary!
The fifth blood demon and the seventh blood demon looked at each other. Back in the colorful castle, they got a piece of news from Shi Qianhan: a figure who was a little more terrifying than the three rookies of Yuyang country.

At this moment, when they really saw Wushuang, they were even more shocked by his invisible coercion.

"No." Wushuang shook his head, and said lightly, "You and I are too far apart..."

"What! How dare you look down on me!" Hu Fei became angry immediately, baring his teeth, and even had the tendency to leave violently immediately.

Wushuang's attitude really hurt people's self-esteem, and what he said was so direct.

"I couldn't win at the beginning because my cultivation base was too low. Now that I have entered the foundation building stage, I must find out what happened last time."

Hu Fei flew directly in front of Wushuang, with his hands on his hips, looking domineering.

"Do you really want to fight?" Wushuang's face revealed a look of deep thought.

"Yes." Hu Fei nodded repeatedly.

"Now?" Wushuang pursed his lips slightly, looking at the endless sea of ​​blood around him, and a steady stream of fierce ghosts came towards him.

"Right now, who is afraid of whom?"

Hu Fei said without hesitation.

"No." A voice suddenly cut in.

It was Yang Fan who spoke.

"Why?" Hu Fei asked puzzled.

"Not to mention the endless bloody ghosts here, if you wait for a while, the sea of ​​blood will be submerged to a depth of one hundred feet, and then you will also be buried in the sea of ​​blood."

Yang Fan said without delay.

At this moment, a continuous stream of bloody ghosts rushed, but the remaining monks on the field were all real elites, and it was not too difficult to unite together.

"This..." Hu Fei was also aware of the danger, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he suggested to Wushuang, "How about this, when we enter the Nine Nether Valley, it won't be too late to fight again."

"If you want to fight, fight now. If you can't even deal with this little trouble, you are not qualified to fight with me?"

Wushuang said with a little disdain.

"What! Do you dare to stay here for a long time?" Hu Fei looked disbelieving.

"Why not?"

Wushuang smiled lightly.

Swish!
The white figure flashed, and he flew towards the sky, without any external objects, at an incredible speed.

call out!
In a short while, he flew to a height of one hundred feet above the ground.

There was a slight pause in his figure, and the next moment, he flew up to a height of several tens of feet.

"what!"

All the monks were dumbfounded, Wushuang was able to break free from the constraint of Baizhang's height.

How can this be?

The few monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage who were present were all shocked.

Reminiscent of the terrible coercion before, a conjecture suddenly arose in the hearts of several foundation-building monks: Could it be that Wushuang in front of him has already stepped into a high level...

However, high-ranking monks simply cannot enter the Nine Nethers Secret Realm, this is an iron law.

"Hehe, if you can do this, you are qualified to fight with me."

Wushuang fell from the sky again, and glanced at Yang Fan intentionally or unintentionally, as if to demonstrate.

Yang Fan said indifferently: "There must be a certain limit to the height you can reach. This sea of ​​blood may not exceed a height of one hundred feet."

"Really?" Wushuang stared at the blood wave below, "You mean this sea of ​​blood?"

After all, his body suddenly fell.

What!He wants to jump off?
Is this man crazy?

He actually jumped into the sea of ​​blood that others couldn't hide from. What's the difference between this and courting death?
thump!
Wushuang fell into the sea of ​​blood, causing ripples.

Immediately, there was a dead silence all around.

After waiting for a while, everyone worked together to kill the continuous bloody ghosts, and at the same time they were a little curious.

"Hahaha... that idiot, he really jumped into the sea of ​​blood!"

Several monks couldn't help laughing, with mocking expressions on their faces.

However, at the next moment, the smile on his face froze...

Bang!
A white figure broke through the waves of blood and floated in midair.

With a sword on his back, the white clothes are better than the snow, and he is spotless.

Not only was he not dead, but there was not even a trace of him on his body.

"A sea of ​​blood?" Wushuang said calmly, "Small tricks."

"You... how did you do it?" Hu Fei couldn't help being dumbfounded.

"This is the gap, so I won't fight you." Wushuang concluded: "However, you have great potential, and you may not have the opportunity to fight me in the future."

"High level..." Yang Fan took a deep breath, uttered two shocking words, and asked, "How did you do it?"

Advanced! ! !

All the monks on the field were extremely shocked, and the speculation turned out to be a fact.

"Hahaha... As expected of my opponent, he can be so sure that I have entered a high level."

Wu Shuang let out a long laugh, and was dressed in white without any wind.

Suddenly, a tyrannical aura overlooking the common people and hovering over countless low-level ants broke through the clouds, causing the surrounding blood to surge violently.

Under such coercion, the bloody ghosts who were originally aggressive and continuous ran away in fright.

Really advanced!
All the monks on the field, except Yang Fan and Hu Fei, all looked up in awe.

Below the high level, they are all ants!
No wonder Wushuang is so arrogant, no wonder he can break through hundreds of feet into the sky, and even enter the sea of ​​blood without any injuries.

All of this, in the final analysis, is only because of two words - high-level.

"Hu Fei, come back..." Yang Fan sighed softly and called Hu Fei back.

Hu Fei clenched his hands tightly, trembling non-stop, with an expression of unwillingness and depression.

"You usually like to idle around, but now your cultivation level is so far behind others, and you can find your way back when you enter a high level later."

Yang Fan whispered to him.

Hu Fei looked dejected.

"Wushuang, you haven't told us yet, how did you do it?" A trace of curiosity flashed in Yang Fan's eyes.

"you guess."

Wushuang smiled, but his attitude towards Yang Fan was completely different from the others.

Yu Wenrou was next to Yang Fan, and she also noticed the abnormality.

When Wushuang glanced at the other foundation-building stage monks on the field, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes, and there was also a hint of looking down, his gaze was like looking at ants.

Only when looking at Yang Fan, his eyes are calm, and he is talking with a person on an equal footing.

"What is the relationship between Wushuang, who has already stepped into a high level, and Yaoshi Yang?"

Yu Wenrou was secretly startled, feeling that the pharmacist beside him was becoming more and more invisible. After entering the secret realm, he was always calm and calm, and could even tame a prehistoric alien species like the glazed rock crystal snake.

At this moment, she even had some doubts that the Mieyuan Cannon that was missing from the Colorful Castle was probably stolen by Yang Fan.

"I guess?" Yang Fan smiled, "I only thought of one possibility, you were promoted to a higher level after entering the secret realm."

"Smart." Wushuang said slightly appreciatively.

"Okay, since you're here too, why don't you help me clear the way, and let's go to the 'Nine Serene Valley' together..."

Yang Fan suggested.

When everyone heard it, their eyes lit up.

Yes, there are high-level monks here, as long as they unleash that powerful pressure, they can scare away all these ghosts.

The monks here couldn't help but look at Yang Fan with admiration: This idea is so good that others dare not even think about it.

How can there be such a beautiful thing in this world for a high-level monk to do hard work for free and help clear the way?

If someone dared to make such a request to a high-level monk, it would be tantamount to courting death.

"Hehe, yes..." Wushuang pursed his lips slightly, "But I have one condition..."

When everyone heard it, they were inconceivable that such an unreasonable request could still be played.

"Conditions?" Yang Fan's complexion changed, and he shook his head quickly: "Then let's forget it."

He didn't need to think about Wushuang's so-called conditions.

For a martial idiot like Wushuang, there is only one thing in this world that can really form a fatal temptation for him, and that is his opponent.

"No way, I really want to open the way for you now." Wushuang glanced at the rest of the monks: "Do you disagree?"

"agreed, agreed!"

The rest of the monks were slightly taken aback, and finally came to their senses. What's more, their faces showed ecstasy.

There are high-level monks opening the way, and in this boundless sea of ​​​​blood, it is completely unimpeded.

Yang Fan couldn't help but smile wryly, this Wushuang was on his own.

"Senior, we will lead the way for you."

The Fourth Gorefiend said respectfully.

"En." Wushuang nodded, his figure flickered, floating in mid-air, releasing a special breath from his body, which everyone could only faintly feel.

Afterwards, the rest of the dozens of people headed towards Jiuyou Valley together.

As a result, the road was unimpeded, and the nearby bloody ghost rushed over aggressively, but after sensing Wushuang's aura, they immediately scattered and fled in fright.

"A high-level...is so powerful."

Yu Wenlin looked at Wushuang in awe.

"Hmph, one day, I will find my way back."

Hu Fei looked depressed, extremely unhappy with Wushuang's existence.

Only Yang Fan can maintain a peaceful heart. If it is high-level, he is still far behind, but in his immortal space, there is a silver-armored puppet whose strength is comparable to high-level.

High-level puppet!
After owning this item, even if Yang Fan encountered a high-ranking Jindan stage, he would not be as fussy as before.

"Here we are, the 'Nine Serene Valley' is in front of us..."

The Fourth Gorefiend suddenly spoke.

Everyone stared into the distance, only to see a place shrouded in white mist a few miles away.

Faintly, you can see the shadow of the canyon.

Sure enough, this mysterious area was not engulfed by the sea of ​​blood.

"Nine You Valley? Is this the place?!"

Wushuang's complexion changed, he stared at the place shrouded in mist, his eyes flickered, and his tone seemed to have been here before.

"If you go back to the senior, it's here." The blood demon fifth said respectfully.

"There will be a period later."

Wushuang's figure flashed, turned into a white shadow, flew towards the misty "Nine Nether Valley", and disappeared in a moment.

(Phew~~~ Adding more, it’s finally finished. It’s really not easy to be able to do three shifts when you’re in class during the day. It’s past the beginning of the month, do you have any spare tickets?)
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